Fates Supports/Effie Mitama(PC)
C Support
Effie: Mitama. Mitama!
(Effie leaves)
Mitama: Nnnnnggh.
(Mitama leaves)
Effie: Mitama. How long do you think you can stay holed up in there? You were ordered to be present at the next war council meeting. It is time to get up.
(Effie leaves)
Mitama: Shoo now, little fly. / Leave Mitama to her sleep. / Do not buzz so loud.
(Mitama leaves)
Effie: Excuse me? I'm going to ignore that, for both our sakes. Now, get up. You can't defy orders. Do you want to be court-martialed? ...All right. You've forced my hand. I'm coming in.
Mitama: Please, honored Mother. / My bed is warm; you are cold. / Do not part us so. Besides, I am too tired. I would just fall asleep at the table.
Effie: You're only tired because you were up all night reading poetry again. Sometimes I'm of half a mind to just take all your books and lock them away. I still don't understand what got you so obsessed in the first place...
Mitama: The answer is clear / A gift from Father did it / A brush and paper. The moment I could write, I was infatuated.
Effie: That can't be it. You could have done almost anything with a brush. You could have written stories or kept a journal or chosen to draw. But you chose poetry.
Mitama: I must ponder this / Other paths I left untrod / Where did I begin?
Effie: I can't imagine what started you on it. None of your caretakers were poets...
Mitama: Perhaps we should now / Try to solve this together / Mother and daughter.
Effie: Yes, that's a wonderful idea. We cou— Wait, I'm not falling for that! We're going to the war council meeting. Now.
Mitama: My ruse discovered / I have no choice but to go / It was worth a shot.
B Support
Effie: Mitama? What are you doing? Why are all these poems scattered across the room?
Mitama: Ah, hello, Mother. Here lies my new goal / A poem, my first, is here / Somewhere in this mess.
Effie: Your first poem? Why are you looking for that?
Mitama: Before there was verse / Mitama did not exist. / Whence came Mitama? I was not myself until I learned of poetry. I must find myself to see where my self began.
Effie: Oh, I see. You've been thinking about our last conversation. And you think that finding your first poem will tell us what drew you to poetry?
Mitama: How long 'til 'tis found? / In a blizzard of poems / A single snowflake. It has been many days. But I am determined.
Effie: I see. Perhaps I can help you find it?
Mitama: Mm. You could look in that pile over— Ah! Wait! I may have found it / The Alpha of Mitama / Omega, my search.
Effie: Oh? What does it say?
Mitama: Mother does not come / I count the days passing by / Days without number.
Effie: You must have written this after one of the visits I missed.
Mitama: Yes, I remember now. You'd gotten very busy, and my caretakers told me you couldn't come to visit. I started writing poems to entertain myself while you were gone. Left waiting for you / My world turned inward to verse / Structure to sorrow.
Effie: I'm so very sorry, Mitama. I cannot imagine the pain I've caused you. Can you forgive me?
Mitama: Don't apologize / You had a duty, a cause / The world needed you. I'm sorry. I didn't want to upset you. And I want you to know I understand. You fought to protect me. I know that now.
Effie: Maybe. But maybe I could have made more time. I don't know. Hm. And we still don't know why you turned to poetry in particular. How about we write a letter to your caretakers?
Mitama: More clues to my past / Hidden in old memories. / The search continues. You are right. They are bound to know something. I will write them immediately.
Effie: ...Er, maybe I should help, honey. I'm not sure they will appreciate so many poems.
A Support
Effie: What? This can't be right.
Mitama: Mother? Is that the letter from my caretakers? Please, let me see it / Perhaps the source is revealed / The search now bears fruit.
Effie: Well, this is interesting.
Mitama: Hm? What does it say?
Effie: According to this, I was the one who started you on poetry.
Mitama: That makes little sense / You have no great love for it / What else do they say?
Effie: Give me a moment.
Mitama: Mother...?
Effie: Your caretakers say that I used to teach you the lyrics of the lullabies I sang you. You had trouble singing, so I taught you by reciting them. Eventually, you forgot they were songs, but you never forgot the lyrics themselves. And when you wanted to find more things like them, you naturally asked for poetry. Luckily, they had many books of traditional verses—tanka and haiku especially. Dozens, from the sound of it. And after that...well, the rest is history.
Mitama: Mystery dispelled / I know now the catalyst / My life's prime mover. But to think that so much of my life has hinged on a simple misunderstanding... A single mistake / Like ripples on a still lake / Echoes across life. But that means—
Effie: Yup. You've got me to thank for this mess. More importantly, I've got me to thank.
Mitama: Heehee. So, then... Yourself the wellspring / Can the source of the river / Choose to flow upstream? Come on, it is really not so bad!
Effie: Well, I suppose you're right. But maybe try not to let it cut into your duties, OK?
Mitama: Poetry and song / Daughter and mother allied / Invincible bond!
Effie: Heehee. I think I like that one!
